WARNING 
STRONG LANGUAGE AHEAD

There is frequent use of strong language (mostly fuck) ahead. If you’re offended, tough shit. It’s time to stop all this gay rights nonsense. I mean, LGBTers have it so fucking good here, what with the only concerns being non-death penalty related. We’re good, y’all. Time to stop fighting for those pesky equal rights and worry about the important shit, like stopping Obama’s master plan to nuclear-arm Iran.

Fuck, that sarcasm hurt – and you know how much I love me some sarcasm. But this douchecanoe hurt my brain with his stupid.

​I also think it’s important that we have a sense of perspective about our priorities. In Iran, they hang you for the crime of being gay. 

Sen, Tom Cotton (R-AR)

But really, Senator Tom Cotton (R-AR) can go fuck himself if he thinks his “at least it ain’t Iran” bullshit is gonna fly. The so-called Beacon of Freedom should allow discrimination because lives aren’t taken for the heinous crime of consensual butt fucking?

Suck a dick, Senator. Hell, suck the whole damn bag. And maybe choke on ’em, too.

It’s fucking 2015. That’s two thousand and fifteen. And we’re still having this fucking conversation. We still have states, those centers of fucking government, allowing people, American fucking people, to be treated like fucking shit. ’cause, you know, God said so.

Fuck you. Fuck your bullshit “moral compass” that could find compassion if it was rammed up your bigoted ass and fuck you bastardized religious bullshit that you wrap you homophobic ass up in. 

Fuck. You.

Don’t fucking tell me that we shouldn’t worry about Americans having basic fucking rights stripped away because of the gender they were born to fall in love with, don’t fucking tell me that you have any right to bend the constitution over the fucking barrel so you can fuck non-straight Americans out of equal fucking treatment and don’t fucking tell me that LGTBers need to reevaluated their priorities because, hey, at least ‘merica ain’t killin’ them gays like Iran.

Don’t. Fucking. Try.

It scares the ever-loving shit out of me that people like you, those small-minded motherfuckers so goddamned scared of dick-on-dick action that y’all try everything possible to outlaw any and all gay, have fucking power in my country, the place I call home. It scares me that you’ll ignore that We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness because, well, gays get to keep living. Not like Iran.

Fuck, fuck, double fuck.

It’s frightening how fucking easily people like Cotton find ways to defend their bigotry; just compare us to another country with worse crimes against LGBTers and *poof* we’re good. Um, no, asshole, we’re not. Equal rights are not just about not being murdered because of some DNA; it’s about being seen, under the fucking law, as equal citizens. It’s not just about not being beheaded for the wrong head but being able to walk down the street and not be gay bashed ’cause, y’know, gay. 

It’s about America actually be the fucking Beacon of fucking Freedom too many people fool themselves into believing we are. We’re not the Great Hope of the World; we’re a fucked up country half run by cocksuckers who hate everyone not a fucking carbon copy of them.

If we don’t get out shit together and shitheads like Cotton out of positions of power, we’re fucked. But, hey, at least this ain’t Iran.

Will is an author and artist and producer (it’s only one indie short film but it’s on IMDB.com so it totes counts!) and founder of fetchentertainment.com and pain in the ass. He rather opinionated and has no problem sharing his thoughts on a variety of topics from the freakshow that was Election 2016 (how tf did Trump freaking win!?) to the importance of matching that belt to those shoes. He adores penguins and has a maniacal plan to use an army of them to take over the world and crown himself Emperor of All That Is (though he’d be happy with the Winter Russian Palace in what he would rename Mine!-Mine!-Mine!) but until then enjoys hiding away in his apartment and writing all sorts of tales that would worry that cokehead Sigmund Freud (really, we should believe he snorted for science!?) and drawing pictures of his creations.

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